Banishing Silence

Alive. And Burning.

Not broken.

Frozen. In time. 

Without pain or feeling

Love forgotten, for remembered, 

It is a thought closer to death. 

When remembered, it is despair.

Frozen, sleeping through time itself.

Not broken.

Woken. With a kiss.

A kiss stolen. A kiss only. 

Woken. Still frozen.

Can't move,  

Can't breathe - 

There is burning inside

A firestorm of grief.

Of pain, of misery

Of torture. 

Woken. In anger. In agony. In time. 

Alive. Not living. 

Alive. Not moving.

Alive. And burning. 

Leaving A Light On

Shining Like Silver

She felt like glass,

hidden by the rain,

cold like steel,

shining like silver. 

The Chase

I chase. 

I chase things that make my heart beat faster; a rhythm, a beat, that which makes my soul dance. 

I chase.

I chase vision and sound, one note, one stroke, and then the next and the next.... For that is music. That is art. 

I chase. 

I chase that which hunts me, for the hunter will forever be the prey. As I am the predator. As I am hunted by thought, and emotion, by passion and sensation; by a mind, and a soul. 

To Walk Into Hell

Beautiful soul,

You washed yourself in dirt and shame

To hide the pain, the scars, the burdens.

You laughed when you

Were supposed to cry.

You couldn't beat them

So you joined them,

Gave into the abuse and hate

Made yourself in their image,

And then became the master

Not the slave.

All avenues of degradation,

Dehumanised till unrecognised.

And now, they turn away from you

Frightened of the rage and hate,

Abused by the depths 

Of your destruction.

Where power lay in the hands

Of one so great, so beautiful,

Corruption has become the vein of joy

Shattered by illusions

By lies and deceptions

Foul manipulation of your perceptions

You have turned away from the road

To walk into hell

Smiling and laughing as though 

You have won

Yet when you look around

You are alone. 

Once Upon A Cafe...

He was like a bold line

Upright and dark

In black and black.

He walked like a straight line

Tall and proud

Slim and strong.

He smiled like a curved line

Open and steady

Without hesitation. 

He had eyes like the moon shines

And all the lines faded to grey. 

Walk On

Wander.

Like a ghost in a memory 

Of a myth in a fairytale.

Being real

Takes acceptance

Yet the mind cannot adhere

To that which cannot be believed.

Loss is loss; we walk on

When the losses follow,

Peace stumbles and reels

And all that was solid

Drifts into mist

A haze that buries days 

Each morning a hollow account

Of time passing

Each sunset 

A final dirge till the next -

The loss of a childhood sister-in-arms,

The loss of the greatest companion

The loss of trust in a friend.

The loss of meaning when

A path that was so clear, so simple

Suddenly studded with sinkholes

Gaps in reason and love

Cracks in the earth

Wounds in the soul.

Yet we walk on,

For what is a path 

But where we must tread.....